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Pansy
Pansy took a deep sigh as she looked in the mirror by her front door, deciding to put one more layer of mascara on to truly look put together enough to maintain the facade that she was perfectly calm about the situation.
“Mummy, are you ready to go?” Charlotte asked as she gripped Pansy’s skirt in her little first. “I’m very excited to see the Ministry.”
She crouched to look her daughter in her beautiful blue eyes, ones she had undoubtedly inherited from her father alongside her fiery red hair. Lottie was half the reason she had stayed away from London for so long, not wanting to taint her life with the decisions of her own past from the War. Yet, duty had called - a job offer to be a diplomat between M.A.C.U.S.A. and the Ministry. Pansy had aimed to enroll Lottie in a primary school to keep her hidden from the world she had left for as long as possible, but of course, the school had been closed for the day due to Take Your Child to Work Day.
Of course, the Ministry had changed since she had left, moving from the underbelly of London into offices in Diagon Alley where the offices had windows with real sunlight thanks to Hermione Granger-Malfoy and her prolific ability to tackle any and all issues afflicting anything with a pulse.
She stepped through the brick wall of the Leaky, shielding her daughter as they maneuvered around the crowds filling the streets.
“Pansy Parksinson?” A voice yelled, making her flinch as she looked up to where Draco Malfoy was practically skipping across the street to where she was standing.
“Oh, it is you!” He exclaimed, lifting her into a bone crushing hug. “I’ve missed you, witch! I can’t believe you just disappeared to the States without a word!”
“There were words, you just didn’t listen to them,” Pansy said, tilting her chin up. Noticing the exact moment when Draco realized her daughter was standing by her side.
“You have a kid?” Draco gasped.
“Yes, and if you could please help us cross the road to get to work, we would appreciate it.”
His eyes were still the size of dinner plates as he backed into the street, blowing a whistle to part traffic for Pansy and Lottie to pass by.
“Catch up later?” Draco asked.
“We will see,” Pansy replied, gripping the Ministry door and pulling it open, as she ushered Lottie inside.
There were children everywhere, clearly the War hadn’t affected the reproduction efforts at all.
“Mummy, look at that,” Lottie squealed, pointing to where three dogs were sitting obediently on a fake lawn that had been set up for a demonstration. “They’re sooooo cute!”
Pansy wanted to agree, to reassure her daughter that yes, the dogs were very cute, but her mouth had run dry when her eyes had landed on him. Yes, he was very cute. Ron Weasley had apparently aged like fine Fire Whiskey, his jaw chiseled, hair pulled into a tight bun, and tattoos down the whole left side of his arm. Merlin, she thought, feeling her heartrate increase.
“Mummy,” Lottied said, clearly irritated by the lack of response. “The puppies.”
“Yes, love, they are very… adorable,” she agreed, appeasing her four year old.
Harry Potter stepped forward, casting a sonorous on his throat as he welcomed everyone to the Auror Dog demonstration, explaining how lately they have been using dogs alongside their work to increase efficiency on the team. He gave Ron a nod, who started commanding his dog to seek out items by smell, jump impossibly high obstacles, and, of course, came running back to him with an absolute look of adoration on her face. With each correctly performed task, Ron pulled out a toy, wrestling with Mirova as a treat. Pansy was practically hypnotized by his flexing bicep, a real treat indeed.
“Mummy, can I pet them?” Lottie asked, her big blue eyes blinking her perfect puppy dog look.
“Oh, umm,” Pansy looked around, accidentally making direct eye contact with Ron across the way. His eyebrows were furrowed, like he was examining a crime scene as they broke eye contact and his gaze drifted to Lottie then back to her. “Sorry, love, I think… It’s actually time to go.”
“What? Why! We just got here!” Lottie whinged.
“Because, love, our next stop is Fortescues. Now be a good girl and, please, help Mummy at work.”
“Eating ice cream is part of your job?” She asked, eagerly allowing Pansy to herd her back out the door.
“Leaving so soon, Parks?” Draco asked as she crossed the road where he was still conducting traffic.
“Yes, umm, busy day,” she waved as she reached the pavement.
“Well, did you enjoy the demonstration?” Draco asked, following her as she walked towards Fortescues.
All too well, Pansy thought. “Yes, though I think it was quite rude they didn’t let me take one of the dogs home.”
“Ha, good luck with that. I’ve been trying to get one for a year!” Draco grinned. “Let’s get drinks later, yeah? Mum can watch….”
“Lottie.”
“Lottie,” Draco repeated, kneeling and offering her daughter a high five. “Well, Pansy, I owled my mom and she’s already agreed to babysit tonight, so we can catch up like old times.”
“Draco, I can’t leave my child with a stranger,” Pansy protested, seeing the hurt flicker across his face and not giving one damn.
“She’s not a stranger, she practically raised you,” he argued, red creeping up his neck.
“Your mum isn’t a stranger to me, you big dummy, but Lottie doesn’t know her.”
“Is she the woman in the photo with you at home?” Lottie asked curiously.
“Yes,” Pansy sighed.
“She looked nice,” Lottie shrugged.
“See, Lottie seems okay with it,” Draco smirked.
“Lottie is a child, children do not get to make decisions like this,” Pansy seethed.
“Well, then I’ll bring the party to you,” Draco concluded. “What’s your address?”
“You’re incorrigible."
“A trait I developed when wooing my wife. Don’t worry about the address, I’ll look it up. See you at seven!”
“It will have to be nine because of bedtime!”
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Ron
Had he seen properly, or had Pansy Parkinson had a child with her - one with fiery hair and his blue eyes no doubt. The sight had made him do a double take, distracting him for a half second while playing with his pup who had bit him on the finger accidentally as a result.
It wasn’t possible, he thought to himself, running a hand over his scruff as he thought back to five years prior right after the War. He had needed cash to buy a home and get through Auror training, to buy a ring to propose to Hermione, and to help his mum and dad; and had found the perfect solution - donating sperm to a bank aimed at magically pairing donors with recipients for maximum compatibility.
“Did you see Pans is back?” Draco said cheerily. “With a daughter no less.”
Ron knew the Ferret was fishing for information, information he himself didn’t have. “I saw,” he said simply, busying his hands with packing away the training wands they had let the kids play with at work that day. He paused, looking up at Draco who was looking absolutely giddy. “You don’t think…”
“That the child is yours? Clearly she is either yours or one of your brothers. Red hair, blue eyes, must be a Weasely. Unless Gin found a way to make…” his voice dropped, looking around for eavesdroppers. “Sperm, that is the doing of a Weasley brother.”
“Oi, I don’t know why she looks like we’re related,” Ron tried to play off casually, though he knew his entire body was flushing red.
“Well, Ron, when two people love each other, or are really, really drunk…”
“Fuck off, Ferret,” Ron said, lifting the box with a single hand, balancing it on his hip as he walked to the Auror storage closet. He closed the door behind him and slid the box onto the open shelf before letting his head fall forward, bracing his weight against it. He had always wondered if someone had matched him, if the magical powers that be had helped someone grow their family. He had just never expected it to be Pansy Parkinson.
He sunk to the floor, running a hand over his face as he closed his eyes to think. Pansy had vanished after the war, there had been rumors of a marriage contract, but Ron had never seen any articles about it in the paper. Five bloody years, and now… he took a deep breath. He had to ask her.
“Where’s your Gryffindor courage?” He said, mimicking Hermione who loved to bring it up every chance she got. Pulling himself to his feet, he walked back to his desk, checking his schedule as he began to make a plan on how to address this development with the only witch who could answer his questions - Pansy Parkinson.
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Pansy
“Okay, Parks,” Draco said, tracing the rim of his tumbler. “Be honest, which Weasley did you shag?”
“I didn’t shag a Weasley, Draco, keep your voice down my daughter is sleeping,” Pansy scolded as she popped the olive from her martini in her mouth.
“Really, with that hair and those eyes? That child is all Weasley, bob and bangs excluded; that is all you.”
“I did a fertility treatment, alright?” Pansy huffed. “After the war, before leaving. I figured I might as well take my shot at happiness, so I magically matched with an anonymous donor and, well, clearly got pregnant, and had Lottie.”
“Wow,” Draco feigned insult. “All that after all the free donations I gave you over the years.”
Pansy smacked him upside the back of his head as she shook her head at his stupid joke. “We clearly weren’t compatible.”
“That’s putting it lightly,” he grinned. “Explosive you are.”
“Bold word choice considering who you ended up marrying,” Pansy replied.
“Granger is a pussy cat if you know how to dodge the landmines,” Draco smirked, topping off his glass and offering to top off hers.
“No, thanks,” Pansy said. “I have to be alert in case she needs me in the middle of the night.”
“That’s what a sober up is for,” Draco replied.
“Or, I could save my liver and just drink responsibly,” Pansy quipped. “So, how did you and Granger end up together? Last I had heard, Ron had proposed.”
“Last you heard was news from almost half a decade ago,” Draco shrugged. “Things change, Parks. We ended up collaborating on several projects, there was an instance where we had to share a single bed on a mission, and we just… never stopped sharing a bed after that.”
“It sounds like classic Ministry meddling with more steps involved,” Pansy replied, taking the last sip of her drink before accioing the water pitcher from the counter.
“Well, it worked in my favor either way.” He stretched above his head, peering at his watch before letting out a sigh. “I should probably get going. It will be nice seeing you around more often, Pans.”
“I take my tea the same as I did at school, be a dear and make sure a hot cuppa is on my desk tomorrow morning?” She said, giving him a hug as they said goodbye.
“Yes, witch, anything else? Bonbons? A Hermes purse?”
“Tell Granger I want to catch up too, I’d like to hear her side of the story of how you two got together.”
“Dinner later this week, then. She’ll love that. Oooh, we should have a welcome home party for you! I’ll get Mum on it!”
He vanished through the flash of the green floo flames before she could protest, leaving her in her flat, wrapped in a deep purple blanket as she made her way to her room, regretting her decision to come home.
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Ron
Ron rubbed his hands together, the clamminess making him cringe, as he paced outside Pansy’s office. He hadn’t been this nervous since the final battle where he knew his best mate was going to die, but he knew he needed to ask.
Knock, knock, knock, he rapped his knuckles against her door.
“Come in,” she said, not looking up from her paperwork as he entered. He cleared his throat, watching as a blush crept across her face when she looked up at him.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said primly.
“Is she mine?” Ron asked, folding his arms over his chest.
“No,” Pansy said, going back to her paperwork.
“Pansy,” Ron urged, only to stop as she slammed her hands on her desk and stood, eyeing him as her jaw flexed.
“It’s Miss Parkinson to you, Auror Weasley.”
“I think you owe it to all three of us to see if we could work,” Ron said, doubling down.
“Work?” Pansy scoffed, her temper rising. “We are not a family, Ronald Weasley. Lottie and I are a family. You’re just the man who wanked into a container to give sperm to the clinic that impregnated me through magic.”
“Your attitude won’t work in driving me away,” Ron sneered. “I spoke to my brothers, not a single one of them could be her father.”
“You signed paperwork when you donated saying you had no claim.” She said, slamming her hands on her desk and she stood and leaned forward until they were a hairs’ width apart, close enough for her to see the specks of darker blue in his eyes that were so much like Lottie’s.
“That was before I saw her and you,” Ron sighed, taking a step back. “And if you believe all that stuff about magical matches, just think about what you could be denying both yourself and her because of your stubbornness.”
“Get out,” Pansy growled, pointing to the door.
“I’ll be back,” Ron said before promptly slamming her door shut.
His feet took him straight to the gym where he walked to the punching bag and smashed it as hard as he could, over and over again to clear his head.
“What did the poor punching bag do to you?” Draco drawled from where he was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded across this chest.
“How is it that you keep showing up everywhere I go?” Ron replied, letting out a sigh as he took a deep breath.
“I’m highly invested in returning to my big boss with ‘Ronsy’ drama. As a matter of fact, my sex life depends on it.”
“There is no ‘Ronsy drama,’” Ron scoffed. “Tell Hermione to drop it.”
“You know where her office is, I’m not delivering the bad news to her.” Draco threw his hands up in defeat as he left the gym, making a beeline to the sauna.
Ron headed straight to Hermione’s office, pushing the door open without so much as knocking.
“Hello there, lover boy,” Hermione grinned.
“I am not in love with Pansy,” Ron said, hands on his hips. Not a lie, but also he would love a chance to be in love with her; the witch was fit, fiery and fascinating.
“Right,” Hermione nodded, her eyes sparkling with glee. “But literally the entire Ministry is in love with your-not-daughter. I know you enough to know you aren’t going to just let it slide. You know she’s yours, right?”
Ron nodded, finally taking a seat in Hermione’s spare chair. “I do, and I know you know because of the whole,” he gestured vaguely with his hand, “donor situation.”
“Yes, I do distinctly remember asking you what was going to happen when a red wave of red-headed children appeared one day, and you said you would cross that bridge when you got to it. Seems like it’s now here.”
“Well, luckily once you match, you can only be used by the same witch,” Ron said, “who just so happens to be Pansy Parkinson.”
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione smirked over her cup of tea. “Where is that Gryffindor courage?”
She was bloody right, unfortunately, like almost always.
“Lost at sea,” Ron chuckled. “Point taken though.”
“You deserve a happily ever after, too, Ron,” Hermione said more seriously. “And you know how fate has a funny way of tightening the invisible strings linking soulmates together.”
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Ron
Ron was running training drills with Mirova up and down the hallways of the Ministry, when suddenly, she sat down and refused to move.
He looked up at the nameplate, P. Parkinson, and rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not, girl, let’s go.”
Mirova then laid down and barked at him, refusing to move at all. “We’re not going in there, come on,” he said, running down, hoping she would follow. Ron peeked over his shoulder, looking into the second most defiant set of eyes he had ever seen.
“Fine,” he sighed, walking back to Pansy’s office, signaling for his pup to come to his heels. Ron knocked once before cracking the door open, seeing Pansy buried in her work not having heard him.
“Excuse me, Miss Parksinson, I need to sweep your office, please,” Ron announced, letting himself in.
“Bugger off, Weasley,” she said as Ron walked to her desk and put his hands down, making it so she couldn’t continue ignoring him. Ron watched the rise of her chest as she took a clearly aggravated breath before standing, matching his attitude as she braced on the desk.
“Mirova says there’s something…. Explosive here,” Ron said, his eyes flickering down to her lips.
“She’s wrong,” Pansy replied, firmly. “There is nothing explosive here.”
Mirova barked. “You’ve offended my dog, Parkinson.”
“Your dog seems to need more training.” Mirova stood from where she had been sitting next to Ron’s side and walked around the desk, circling once before sitting next to Pansy. “And it seems she has now taken my side.”
“Oi, she’s my dog! She will always take my side.”
“Solid attempt, Ronald. Now get out.”
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Pansy’s Welcome Home Party
“Pansy, darling,” Narcissa preened, pulling her into a hug. “It is so good to have you home, I’ve missed you terribly. And to think! A daughter! Merlin smiles down on us.”
“Yes, Narcissa, this is Charlotte, my daughter,” Pansy introduced, seeing a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eyes. It could be anyone of the no less than thirty five Weasleys, she told herself, it doesn’t guarantee he is here.
“How do you do?” Lottie said, giving Narcissa a tiny curtsey that made the older witch giggle.
“Oh, Pansy! She is just as delightful as you were at this age,” Narcissa beamed, giving her a reminiscent look. “I do hope that I’ll get to know her as well as I did you, those were some of the best days of my life, getting to have you as my daughter in spirit.”
“Of course,” Pansy smiled, her stomach churning because she’d never left Charlotte with anyone; how do you find someone to trust with the piece of your heart living outside your chest?
Draco appeared out of nowhere, looking slightly frazzled, steering her away from his mum. “I know it’s bad form to ask the person the party is for to help,” he said. “But I need you to grab something for me from the closet on the second floor. Minnie Mouse just told me I need to go pick up some pastries she ordered, otherwise I would. I need Mum’s crystal vase - it’s too heavy for her to carry these days.”
“Did you just call Granger Minnie Mouse?” Pansy asked, trying not to burst out laughing.
“It’s a long story,” Draco huffed. “Can you help?”
“Sure,” Pansy said, “let me just ask Narcissa to keep an eye on Lottie.”
“No worries, I’ll do that for you, just head on up,” Draco said, gently pushing her in the direction of the stairs.
“You’re acting suspicious.”
“No, I’m acting desperate."
Pansy climbed the stairs, decades of memories washing over her from practically growing up in the Manor. The second story closet had been where Narcissa had kept her decorations, though, it seemed odd that she couldn’t just levitate it down the stairs despite the weight. Pansy shrugged as she pulled open the door and stepped inside, the wood slamming shut behind her right before realizing she wasn’t alone.
Ron was moving aside boxes, muttering to himself about where the fuck is the chocolate frog shaped bowl. She immediately tried the door, realizing this was a damned trap, finding it locked.
Those fucking Malfoys, Pansy internally screamed right as Ron noticed her.
“Pansy?”
She blinked once before turning, attempting to maintain a neutral as she faced him. “Hello, Weasley.”
“Did…” he shook his head, chuckling. “Did they also send you on an errand up here?”
“It appears they did,” she said, smoothing down her skirt. “And now the door is locked.”
“Lucky for you, you’re with an Auror,” he puffed up, walking to the door to try it himself. He twisted the knob, which had been more than she had achieved, and shoved against the wood with his shoulder. Ron reached for his holster, muttering a ‘fuck, I left my wand downstairs.’
They stood there, awkwardly for a few seconds until Pansy asked, “So, what do you think the Malfoys want us to do to unlock this door.”
“Will you go on a date with me, Pansy?”
“No,” she replied instinctively.
“Well, now the door is probably more locked, witch. You were supposed to say yes.” Ron reached for the knob and it refused to even turn this time.
“They are delusional,” Pansy said, internally spiraling at the thought of being trapped in here for the rest of her life because Draco and Hermione wanted to play dolls. A poof sounded, and two glasses appeared - one with Fire Whiskey and the other with a martini.
“At least they’re aware we need nourishment,” Ron chuckled, taking the glasses and handing her the martini.
“Alcohol isn’t nourishment, Ronald!”
He shrugged. “It at least has calories… and yours has an olive.”
This could not be the father of her child, she told herself, pressing her fingertips to her temples as she rubbed small circles.
“Kiss me,” Pansy said, making Ron choke on the sip of Fire Whiskey he had just taken.
“Excuse me?”
“Kiss me.”
Ron put his cup down and took hers from her hand, placing it next to his. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Ron placed a hand on her back and the other on the nape of her neck, tilting her head up to him. Pansy felt her heart racing, suddenly aware of just how big his hands were on her as they practically spanned her whole waist. “I think you should kiss me,” he said, close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips.
Fuck it, Pansy thought as any resolved she had been able to maintain snapped. She laced her fingers in Ron’s hair and tugged his face down to hers, their lips crashing together, teeth knocking from the urgency of her movements. It was just supposed to be a kiss, their lips barely brushing against each other in order to get the door unlocked. As a matter of fact, Pansy heard the lock slide in the bolt, but her body decided otherwise. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him harder, her lips parting so his tongue could slip into her mouth. He backed her up, pinning her against the door as he pulled her waist tighter until their bodies were completely flush to each other.
“I didn’t get to make her with you, but if you like the results I’m happy to try the natural way to give Lottie a little brother or sister… or two,” Ron said when he pulled away, his lips swollen.
“9 pm,” Pansy breathed. “My place tonight.”
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Pansy
She had considered taking a lust potion before his arrival when debating what to wear for the event, because, truly, what does one wear when propositioning the father of your child to potentially create more children. Because that is all this is, getting Lottie a sibling for free, she told herself.
Liar, the devil on her shoulder chuckled. You liked that earlier, and you’d probably like him if you gave the wanker a chance.
Ultimately, Pansy had decided on waiting au natural. No point wasting a perfectly good outfit on a man who was simply there to empty his balls and go on with his life. The Floo flared and Ron stepped out, dressed in a button down and khakis with a bouquet in his hands. His eyes blew wide as he saw Pansy standing there, hands on her hips bare. “Getting right to the point I see,” he chuckled as he passed her the flowers.
“I believe in efficiency,” she said, turning to go to the kitchen to put the bouquet in a vase. She swore she heard him whistle low as he watched her arse swish away. When she got back, his shirt was neatly folded on the arm of her couch and his trousers had been transfigured into grey joggers that left nothing to the imagination.
“Not naked?” She replied. “I would have thought you’d be ready to go.”
“Oh, I’m ready to go,” he chuckled, “it’s just bad form to be naked in a witch’s house outside the bedroom.” His hands sliding up from her waist to her ribs. “Let me take care of you.”
Together they stumbled down her hallway, neither willing to part from the other as they reached the end of the hall. She grappled for the doorknob, turning it and shoving it open.
“Don’t touch anything,” Pansy said as they backed into her room, hands roaming greedily as Ron kicked the door shut behind them. “Besides me.”
Her knees hit the back of the mattress as she fell back, Ron’s arms breaking her fall as he held her gently. She tugged down his joggers, freeing his erection from the tent it had formed.
“Oh gods,” she gasped as she stared at the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Ron grasped the base of his shaft and rubbed up and down the length once, the color turning a deeper red.
“No need to be scared,” he smirked. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I’m not scared,” she steeled, swatting his hand away to replace it with her own. Pansy has never been one to back down from a challenge, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. She stroked him once, her fingers barely able to wrap around it before she lowered her mouth to the head, running her tongue over the slit as a bead of precum pooled.
“Fuck,” Ron groaned, head falling back as his hand gripped the hair at the nape of her neck. “Pansy, as terrific as that feels, this isn’t…” he stuttered as she took him deeper in her throat. “This isn’t how we make another baby.”
Pansy pulled off him, a smirk on her face as she issued a challenge. “What, Ronald? Scared you’re not going to last?”
“Yes,” he replied honestly as she wanked him once before he pushed her back onto the mattress. “Though I have a feeling you won’t either by the time I’m done with you.”
Ron pulled his wand from his jogger pocket and tossed it on the floor.
The cool air met her nipples, pebbling them as Ron’s heated gaze traveled down her body.
“Is this a little tattoo I spy?” He said, bending down to press a kiss to her hip where a tiny pansy was inked. A little on the nose, she now realized, but in her defense, Draco had gotten one of a dragon at the same time.
“Yes,” she breathed as his lips traveled up, pressing kisses across her belly where the last of her stretch marks remained, eternal tokens of the life she’d carried.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, fingers tracing them as he kissed the swell of her breast. Pansy could feel herself practically dripping, heat coursing through her veins as Ron sucked her nipple into his mouth and lapped it with his tongue.
Her fingernails found the spanse of his back, clawing as she arched under him. Pansy could feel his cock sliding against her, and Merlin, she wanted him inside of her already.
“Ron, more,” she moaned as he pressed a finger to her clit and rubbed.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” He said, nipping her neck before sitting back on his heels, his face gentle, yet confident as she realized how flushed she already was. In a smooth move, only reinforcing his athletic abilities, he flipped her by her hips before lining his cock up with her entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” Ron promised, hands securely on her hips. “Just breathe for me, love.”
Pansy hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath, a low chuckle escaping Ron as she took in a deep breath.
He let out a groan as he sunk into her, Pansy’s hand fisting her green lumbar pillow as her cunt stretched around his shaft. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked, pausing his advances.
“No!” She replied, a little too quickly. “It’s just been a while.”
Years. It had been years.
“You’re doing so well, Princess,” Ron praised, sliding in further as his hand found her clit, rubbing circles to help her relax. “Taking me like I was made for you.”
Pansy flexed her hips up and Ron closed the distance between them, his pelvis flush with her arse.
“If I was made for you,” Pansy gasped. “Then use me like I’m made for you.”
She could practically feel the smile on his face as his hands gripped her green tufted headboard. Ron’s knees knocked hers further apart before he pulled out and slammed back into her.
True to character, Ron was consistent, keeping a steady pace, causing Pansy’s body to climb higher and higher until she found herself screaming his name into her pillow. This was an orgasm unlike any she had brought herself to, her whole body shuddered as she came on his cock, gentle flutters be gone as she clenched. Ron groaned a soft fuck as he spread her arse cheeks, watching as he sunk into her one final time as he spilled inside of her.
Pansy could feel his heat inside her cunt, as he slowly fucked her until he let out a satiated groan, their mixed arousal now dropping down her thighs and his balls.
Ron pulled them down onto her mattress, boldly assuming she wanted to snuggle after their baby making endeavors as he held her to his front. His fingers found her cunt, pushing his spend back inside her as he kissed her shoulder. “Stay the night with me.”
“This is my flat!” She replied.
“Then let me stay.” He nipped her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
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Ron
“So, Weasley, did you ever think you’d exceed your parents in your reproductive efforts?” Draco asked as he took a sip of tea.
“After meeting her, clearly,” Ron smirked, Pansy smacking his arm as she scoffed.
“We did not,” Pansy said, holding their newest bundle. “It sort of just happened.”
“Yes, of course,” Hermione smiled politely, though she and Draco shared a knowing glance that Ron knew too well. They had placed a bet.
“I mean it wasn’t hard for you two to break the record for Malfoy heirs,” Ron said. “Seeing as there typically is only one.”
“Well, Granger likes to exceed expectations and I like my wife,” Draco replied, “we figured that three was a good even number.”
“And then you had twins.”
“Correct, so really we’ve done four times the amount expected.”
“We’re not doing that,” Pansy said, eyebrow raised.
“Of course not, darling.” Ron winked. “I think we’re strictly practicing from now on.”
Honestly, he would give her whatever she wanted. He had promised to take care of her, and he would continue to do so until his final breath.
“What did you think of Lottie being chosen as the Hufflepuff seeker?” Hermione asked, passing a plate of lemon bars around.
“I’m just glad she finally did it,” Ron said. “She’s a beast on a broom and it took for-bloody-ever to convince her to try out.”
“We’re going up next weekend for her game against Slytherin, you two should come with,” Pansy invited.
“It would be good to get Scorp up there, let him see what he has to look forward to in a few years.”
“We will see you two next weekend then,” Pansy nodded. “Well, I guess at work tomorrow, but you know. We need to get this little one ready for bed.”
“Thanks for coming,” Hermione said, standing and giving them hugs goodbye.
“Anytime, Hermione,” Ron smiled as he wrapped his arm around Pansy’s waist, taking their baby from her to steal some snuggles for himself. “See you both at work.”
When they arrived back home, Ron pressed a kiss to Pansy’s lips. “I’m going to put baby down, get some rest, love.”
He watched as she grimaced, looking at the room strewn with toys. “Bed,” he said again, leaning in closer to whisper, “I’m planning on making you cum at least twice tonight, you’re going to need it.”
Ron straightened. “Or do I need to carry you there, too?”
“Ron it’s just….” She trailed off.
“Hey, I promised to take care of you, that means in everything. I’ll put the toys away, if it’s important to you, it’s important to me. It’ll get done.”
He watched as Pansy visibly relaxed, giving him a kiss as she whispered, “I love you.”
“Love you too, babe,” Ron replied. He watched the woman he had loved for over a decade walk to their room, her perfect swish of her arse as tantalizing as the first time he’d had the opportunity to watch.
“Your mum is perfection,” he sighed, sitting in the rocking chair to get a few more moments of newborn snuggles. “One day I hope you find a love like this.”